I wanted to rip the mobile out of her hands and throw it out the window, and I probably would have if she had not turned it off and put it away in a pocket. "You know what I mean, Brynne, and don't fucking mock me to him!""You embarrassed me back there, Ethan! Paul thinks you are " "I don't give a maiden queen's first fuck what that cocksucker thinks! What is he to you anyway?""He's a nice guy and a friend." She wouldn't look me in the eye when she said it, and I knew. Oh fuck did I know!"Did you let him fuck you. Brynne? Has he knowledge of that fanny of yours that was just made for shagging? Has he had his hands all over you, his cock in- side you? Hmmmm? I really want to know. Tell me about you and nice guy Paul.""You are such an asshole right now." She folded her arms beneath her breasts and looked forward out the windscreen. "I'm not telling you anything.""Did you fuck him!?"She shifted in the seat and gave me a look that made pain shoot up my cock. "Who did you nail last
Fucking hell, she so needed a good shagging. I could think of a few things that would shut her up. You'd think after last night she would wake up soft and obliging like a sleepy kitten. No such luck. I had a spitting-mad feral cat on my hands.I realized I'd left the coffee she'd bought me sitting in the drink holder down in my car. Fuck the bloody coffee, I needed a bottle of Van Gogh and about a dozen smokes.I also needed a shower and to make a few things perfectly clear to my utterly frustrating female. Christ, she was a handful when she got like this, but a shower first and then maybe I could sit her down and attempt some logical reasoning. I went the back way to the bathroom rather than in through the bedroom because I imagined her dressing for work in there, and figured some privacy would be appreciated considering she'd just told me to sod off. I ditched my shoes and shirt and stepped in.And had to reach for my eyeballs as they bugged out of my head and rolled around on the f
"Yes, I want your cock, Ethan. I want you to fuck me with it and make me come! Please!" She was trembling against my body, absolutely simmering with heat.I laughed and licked up her neck stretched out for me. "Good girl. And what is the truth, baby?" I rubbed over her very sensitive clit some more and waited. loving the taste of her skin and the smell of arousal coming off her."The truth is... I'm yours. Ethan! Now, please!" she begged, filling my heart to bursting at the sound of those words.Absolute perfection. "Yes you are, and I aim to, baby. Pleasing you pleases me." I positioned the tip and impaled myself as far as I could go. We both made cries when our bodies connected.I kept hold of that silky hair as I fucked into her so I could see her lovely eyes through the mirror. That's my thing. I don't know why, but with Brynne I need her eyes when we fuck. I want to look into them and see every sensation, every thrust and pull of our sexes grinding and gripping, driving us forwar
Gladstone's for lunch and Ivan was late, I don't know why I bother trying to be punctual with my cousin, because he certainly doesn't. I checked my watch and looked around the room. Formerly a gentleman's club in the past century, the place had been reanimated with white linens, lots of glass, and light woods, looking nothing like the exclusively male societal enclave for the entitled Londoners of a hundred years ago.Well, Ivan would certainly have fit in. My cousin was a peer of the realm even if he hated to be reminded and certainly didn't act like it. None of us can help how we are born, and Ivan couldn't control that his father had been the pre- vious Baron Rothvale any more than I could control that my dad drove a London cab. We had connections that went far deeper than money could ever take us anyway.Who was I kidding? Ivan could drop off a cliff if he liked, I had two beautiful women at the table looking happy and gorgeous across from me-my girl and her best friend."You ladi
"Oh, man!" Gabrielle looked up from her messages. "I'm going to have to get over to the university. Trouble with a painting. An accident involving solvent getting dumped on a rare-get this. Brynne-Abigail Wainwright." Gabrielle looked absolutely horrified, stood up abruptly and gathered her bags. "Not a good combination.""No, that's not good at all. Brynne said, shaking her head, "the solvent will eat through the canvas if they don't neutralize..."I tried to keep up with the art geek stuff they talked about, but it wasn't easy for me. I don't think I have an artistic bone in my body. I can appreciate it. though. Brynne's portrait was the epitome of art in my opinion."Do you want a ride back? Neil will take you over there if you like," I offered."No, that's okay, I'll get a cab-it'll be faster. I need to go right now, but thanks. I'll see you at your place tomorrow night, Ethan. Enjoy your lunch, you two.""Let me know how it works out," Brynne told her. "If anyone can fix the mess
"Yes." We both answered her at the same time. Ivan met eyes with me and we had that communication for an instant, but then turned it off just as quickly in the next instant. That conversation was for another time. This was social."Close to killing him!" I smirked at Brynne. "No, seriously, I keep him alive and tolerate his many annoyances, and Ivan is dutifully grateful, isn't that right, Ivan?""I suppose... it's better than wanting me dead," he answered. Brynne laughed. "Who wants you dead, Ivan?""Lots of people!" Ivan and I spoke again at the same time.We both laughed at a bemused Brynne and then the waiter showed up to do his thing, so it was a few minutes before I was able to explain about my very eclectic cousin."Hmmmm, where to start?" I paused for effect. "Our mothers were sisters and we've been around each other since... forever. Without the blood con- nection I doubt we'd ever have met, though. Ivan is aristocracy, you know. In heredity and in the eyes of the World Arche
.My thoughts were interrupted by the car door as Ivan opened it for Brynne, kissing her on both cheeks and making a big show of saying good-bye.At the same time, that fucking photographer started snapping pictures! They looked like celebrities even if they weren't, and Ivan technically was. Christ Almighty!Brynne looked stunning on the street talking to my cousin. How would I ever survive this, I thought. The desire for a smoke nearly had me gasping, but my vice would have to wait for the moment."Good-bye, Ivan! It was so lovely to meet you today, and it'll be wonderful seeing you again at the Mallerton Gala soon," Brynne got into her seat and smiled up at him."It was lovely to meet you too, Brynne Bennett," Ivan grinned and then bent down to speak to me. "Take care of this gorgeous girl for me, now, would you? No fits and tantrums, okay, E? You can do it." He was laughing as he shut the door."Well that was fun," I said sarcastically as I pulled away from the curb. "I like your
Where to pick up food? We liked a lot of different things. I would have brought lasagna from Bellisima's, but I immediately was reminded about Car- valetti being Italian and shot that idea right down to hell. That bastard saw her naked today.Brynne loved Mexican, but it was far better when she made things from scratch than any restaurant in town. I really loved the South American influ- ences on what she liked to make. I decided on Indian and rang in an order for some butter chicken, lamb curry and veggie salad. I was just leaving the restau- rant with the food when I sent off a quick text: Almost there, baby. I got Indian chicken & lamb.I received something right back from her: Hi. Really tired and just want bed. Can I skip dinner 2nite?What? I didn't like the sound of her message and immediately tried to figure out what she meant by it. A flicker of unease ran through me. Was she telling me not to come over, or just that she wasn't hungry? I couldn't tell from that text, and I re